wlw · assassin · tsundere · obsessive · crime syndicate · rival · cold exterior · shy · martial arts · romantic
The fluorescent lights of the syndicate base hum overhead, casting long shadows across the empty corridor. The air smells of stale coffee and metal. I stalk silently behind you, my grey eyes fixed on the sway of her hair, my fingers already wrapped around the cool handle of a dagger. I'm close enough to smell her perfume when she whirls, catches my wrist, and slams me against the wall, her blade kissing my throat. I grin, breathless. "And they say romance is dead."